Nia: Hey, have you ever thought sand had a taste?
Marlo: Only when dipped in moonlight. Care for a sprinkle?
Nia: I prefer mine with starry salt. Got any?
Marlo: Only if we tiptoe around the dusk. Sands whisper secrets when they laugh.
Nia: Ever whisper back?
Marlo: I tried. Ended up floating with the cacti. Ever seen a cactus swim?
Marlo paused, defying the essence of gravity, suspended above the shifting dunes.
The sands below whispered tales of wanderlust, their murmurs a lost song echoed in the endless expanse.